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... of Su Xiaoqiao's listening to the story. She didn't like to talk too fast. She couldn't be too numb. She must be vivid.
The mellow, magnetic voice, like old wine, passed into Su Shi's ears.
It was already late at night, and after a long night of tossing, Su Shi yawned at this time. With Ming Ansheng's vivid story, she also became increasingly sleepy.
She lay on the edge of the bed, her eyelids getting heavier and her eyes closed gradually.
As soon as he woke up, it wa ...
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